Task force 141 (y/n x Ghost+mw2-cod)

Cigar game

Carefully his grip on me releases, allowing me to slouch back against the wall as his hand reached back to turn off the tap, ending the downpour of scolding water. I allowed the last drops that were left on me to run along my body and threw my silky wet hair that clung to the shower walls like it was it's own life form. My feet felt glued to the floor of the shower since I knew that my joints were weak and would give out from beneath me. "Simon.." I whispered out beneath my breath and watched as his head gently but almost instantly turned to look at me, his gaze soft and adoring as his warm watch looked over me. As i our eyes met, for a moment I realised that his look was different . It wasn't his usual gaze, the gaze of two dark eyes peering out at me between a slit in a skull print balaclava. No, this was a new look, Simon's look. I basked in his gaze before being snapped out of my trace by his hands softly resting on my waist, pulling me slightly closer.

Our lips met for a final time of a soft short embrace before we got out of the shower, him first and then giving me his hand to assist me out. He bent down and got two towels out of a small press beneath the sink, only two since I actually think that's all he has; one large one that seemed about the size of a blanket and them one smaller shorter one. I looked at him for a moment before he swooped the large one around me gently, the towel just about beging to cover my face after engulfing literally my whole head and body which kinda made me look like a nun. Simon smiled warmly and kissed me softly on the cheek before fixating the smaller towel around his waist securely, it barely fitted around his waist. The towels were nice and warm presumably from the pipes at the back of the press where he pulled them out of.

"So what now?" I asked him wondering what the fuck you do after doing something like that with someone. He just shrugged in response. "I guess we better go deal with the new recruits?" He asked back and I nodded hesitantly. Both of us stepped out of the bathroom and he gave me one of his hoodies and a pair of his shorts to wear for the short but awkward walk back to my room. Before I left he gave me a gentle kiss on my lips. "Love you, see you soon" his tone was soft and comforting. I smiled warmly and nodded, pulling up the hood on his hoodie to hide my face as I slipped out his door and down the corridor.

I breathed out a sigh of relief when I was finally in my room and the door was closed and locked behind me. My head felt like wreck, still comprehending what the hell had only happened minutes ago. I went into my bathroom and leaned over the sink, splashing cold water lightly on my face to wake myself up and clear my head. I then did my hair in a tight professional bun, did really light makeup and changed into uniform; my still baggy camo khaki cargos and a tight fitting tan shirt, with my dog tags of course. The shirts neckline seemed a bit larger than a normal one which caused some of the scar on my shoulder and some of the scars on the back of my neck and back to show along the seams. Finally I laced up my combat boots and made my way out to the training yard where I was met with Soap and Gaz with two recruits, except the both seemed to be running away from them.

I approached Soap and Gaz as I watched out of the corner of my eyes the two recruits running off into the main building. "Where're they off to?" I asked as I looked at them, Soap was keeled over laughing so Gaz answered through his own laughter. "Soap told them first person to get Price's cigar would be promised a position on this team and how it was a decades long tradition called 'cigar run'" Gaz said covering his mouth doing his best to conceal his laughter. I couldn't help but let out a slight laugh and smile. "Your gonna get them killed" I told Soap once he finally, and barely, composed himself. "There getting treated like feckin' royalty compared to what I had to do to get through my recruit week" He said in response, which peaked my interest. "Wait- what did you have to do??" I asked curiously. "Well it's also how I got my code name. I was dared by a Sargent to drink an entire bottle of soap if I wanted to get on the team, and I mean I guess he wasn't lying" he admitted with a shrug but I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Price called me a muppet" he continued with a fake sad expression , pretending to wipe away tears from his eyes with his finger.

"Lads we're meant to be training" Gaz said and we realised that we probably should get started. Gaz and i went into the equipment shed and rolled out some large tyres whilst Soap got some light weights and set up his speaker to play music. "Your addicted to music mate" Gaz said, putting one of the tyres as he watched Soap scroll through a playlist on his phone. "Shut your clob. At least I have good taste" write at that instant the loudest bagpipes I have ever heard started blaring out of the speaker, god knows how my eardrums survive another day.